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Danny stood in the corner of the bedroom, watching his wife Tandy get
dressed. For most guys, especially if their spouse was as pretty as her,
it would have been a pleasure. Not for him. First of all, he was naked
except for a pair of very brief panties, lavender ones, through the filmy
material of which it was obvious that he was locked in a chastity tube.
Second, his collar-length blond hair had been styled. It was cut into
bangs and turned under at the ends, an obviously feminine style.
Finally, his bride had applied cosmetics to his pale beardless face. Of
course, his face was smooth. So was his entire slender body. She
preferred him that way and he was subject to her whims. The make-up
wasn't bold, but there was just enough lipstick and eye shadow to make it
plain that he was a sissy husband.
He gazed at her longingly. She was short like him. In fact, one reason
he had been attracted to her was that she wasn't taller than he was, at
least not unless she wore heels. But she was also quite busty and had
flaring hips and a prominent round bottom. In his groin feelings of lust
stirred but, as his penis attempted to grow, it was frustrated by the
pink plastic sheath that enclosed it. He sighed. Tandy shook back her
strawberry-blonde hair, gave him a critical look. He pressed his lips
together and held his fingertips over them, signaling that he hadn't
forgotten her order. He was not to speak for the entire evening, unless
spoken to directly. It was difficult for him not to break the rules. If
he responded to a rhetorical question, he could get into trouble. If she
asked something and expected an answer, not giving one could have that
same result.
As if to test him, she strode over wearing only panties and stockings.
Her delicate hands came up and paused in front of his narrow chest. He
shuddered involuntarily, knowing what was likely to come next. Sure
enough, she began to lightly stroke his bare nipples, making his squirm
and forcing him to swallow a whimper of need. Maybe letting it out
wouldn't count as speaking but he didn't want to risk that. After all,
it could lead to a punishment later -- after her lover Max arrived.
"What's the matter, Danita?" she asked innocently. "Does it hurt when
your dicky tries to get stiff inside that nasty chastity? Hmmm? Poor
girl. I guess I shouldn't play with your nippers like this," she went
on, making no effort to stop the teasing. He writhed under her expert
touch but kept quiet. She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "I sure
hope it doesn't get you all excited later on, seeing Max and I getting
dirty with each other. You know I wouldn't want to get you even more
aroused. Just think how that would make your balls hurt."
At last, she moved away from him and went to her closet, where she found
a pale lime dress. Tandy made a show of slipping it over her head and
wriggling to get it to slide downward. She had to tug at it so the
material would pass the bulge of her bust. When it was on her properly,
her husband could see how well it showed off her figure and emphasized
the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. It had a scoop neckline that
revealed plenty of cleavage and a raised hem that showed off her shapely
legs. It especially called attention to her zaftig bottom. He almost
sighed again but this time caught himself before he made any sound.
She fussed with her hair and then made up her heart-shaped face,
transforming it from innocent to naughty, stopping short of outright
sluttiness. Tandy returned to Danny and made an air kiss only inches
from his silenced mouth. She said that she would pick out something nice
for him to wear, too, and mentioned that it would be something that would
amuse her -- and might attract Max. He didn't like hearing that. The
big man who was dating his wife had noticed Danny's slender figure and
the feminine body language he had to display. Tandy had made a few
remarks about her spouse being 'available' and Max had commented that he
might take advantage of that sometime soon.
While his wife went through the drawers of his dresser and considered
items for him to put on, he couldn't stop thinking about the possibility
of Max touching him and perhaps doing more. While he was dwelling on
that she came up with a few pieces of clothing that delighted her. She
tossed them on the bed and told him, with a laugh, to put them on. There
was a belly shirt, bright yellow, with the words SUGAR GIRL written
across its front in flowing script. Alongside that was a forest-green
skirt so tiny that it almost wasn't there. Those were accompanied by a
pair of fishnet stockings with elastic tops, and they were coral red. He
cringed at the mental picture he immediately got of how he was going to
look.
Desperately wishing he could object, he nevertheless remained mute as he
struggled into the snug bits of material. When he was done his wife
pointed him toward the full-length mirror that Max had mounted on their
bedroom wall. Danny felt like sobbing when he saw how those minimal
garments showed off his unmanly figure. He pressed his soft thighs
together and wrung his small hands. Tandy smiled at his discomfort and
the anticipation of how the sissy would react when her tall powerful
bedmate viewed him. She made her wimp husband sashay around the room and
strike a few humiliating poses. The last one had him jutting out his
bottom, with his hands on his knees, and licking his lips suggestively.
She told him, "Let's call that position The Dirty Danita. After Max gets
here, if I tell you to get into it, I expect you to obey instantly.
Understood, girly girl? Or Sugar Girl?"
He nodded and then she tested him, making him snap into the embarrassing
posture several times in succession. He was sure his panty-clad bottom
peeked out from under the miniskirt when he was standing like that. It
was totally shameful. His wife decided that he needed a more dramatic
face to go with the outfit and that pose, so she used lip liner to accent
his mouth, then added a generous coat of lipstick, which she covered with
gloss. Some work with eye liner and an eyebrow pencil followed before
she was fully satisfied. This time when he went to the mirror, he nearly
gasped. She had made him appear trashy, a look that some men might find
inviting.
"Now slip into those pretty pink shoes we got when I took you to the
mall. I think I'll just wear my black stilettos. After all, we don't
want to BOTH look trampy." She giggled at his unhappy expression before
adding, "And we'll see which girl Max finds more interesting."
He shuddered at the implications. Despite his mounting concerns, he took
the shoes, sat on the edge of the bed, and got them on his feet. They
had open toes, ankle straps, and chunky three-inch heels. His wife had
trained him enough that he was able to walk on them, though only slowly
and with careful steps. The end effect was to feminize his gait. She
had him stroll around, noting with approval how he put one foot in front
of the other. Tandy told him to make his body language a bit more girly
and pucker his lips. She fluffed his hair and declared him ready for the
evening ahead.
Max arrived twenty minutes later. Tandy sent her husband to answer the
door. That was especially demeaning for him, having to greet his wife's
bedmate and usher him into their home. By then, Max had his own key to
the front door, but Tandy got a kick out of seeing her wimpy husband have
to admit him. As Danny opened the door, Max looked him up and down. The
big man came the rest of the way in and slammed the door. He was over
six foot tall, broad-shouldered, and obviously worked out with heavy
weights. His T-shirt and tight jeans showed of a sculpted physique. The
lower garment also displayed an impressive bulge between his legs. Tandy
went straight to him and put her hand on that center of attention. She
turned up her pretty face, closed her emerald eyes, and parted those
plump lips. Max got one big hand on the back of her head, the other at
the small of her back, and drew her tightly against him. Their lips met
and they kissed each other passionately.
Danny stood there feeling small and helpless. Inside the chastity, his
dick pulsed. Because he hadn't been allowed to ejaculate for weeks, even
the sight of his wife with the other man registered as erotic to him.
Max's hand drifted lower and he gave her plump backside a squeeze.
As they stepped apart, he said, "You look burning hot, babe. But now
there's competition. Danita is really advertising how available she is."
He went to the feminized husband and put a hand heavily on his shoulder.
Max's strong fingers massaged Danny's flesh. His other hand cupped the
frightened cuckold's chin and tilted his face up. They were so close
together that Danny could smell Max's aftershave and the sweat that it
didn't quite mask.
Tandy wanted to know, "So what do you think?"
"You did a hell of a job on the pansy. We could put him out on a corner
downtown and make money off that pretty mouth."
"Yeah. He could have his own alley to give BJs in."
"But right now, let's keep him here. I've been thinking about what you
said, how he's up for grabs if I want to take advantage of him." He ran
a thick finger down the middle of Danny's narrow chest and paused with it
on his uncovered navel. "This could be his lucky night. But for right
now..." He patted the side of the husband's face. "... the twerp can
get me a cold bottle of beer."
Tandy added, "And I'll have a glass of wine. Not that I NEED anything to
get me in the mood."
The both laughed as Danny hurried away, taking deliberate steps on those
awkward shoes. When he returned with their drinks on a tray -- so his
hands weren't on them -- they were seated on the sofa, close together,
kissing again. He knew their tongues were in each other's mouths. The
hem of her short dress was pushed up even higher and Max was pawing her
thigh. She was massaging his rock-hard abs through his shirt. Danny
bent far over to set the tray on the coffee table in front of them. They
didn't acknowledge his presence. After he stepped back and out of the
way, Max took his bottle and twisted off the top, while Tandy picked up
her glass by the stem. They clinked them together and drank, him taking
a long swallow and her limiting herself to a sip.
Max turned on the big-screen TV. Danny was no longer allowed to touch
the remote. He hadn't seen any of his favorite shows since the previous
season, when his wife had begun to dominate him. Now her lover turned on
a sports channel and watched highlights from several football games. He
grunted his reactions to some of the plays. Occasionally he cursed at a
player's error. Tandy watched him with adoring eyes. She had never
looked at Danny like that, not even in the beginning. After their
wedding, the relationship had gone downhill for him, as he was
increasingly regulated and their sex life became one-sided, always in her
favor. He gave her orgasms with his mouth and she flaunted her body at
him.
When Max had seen enough sports news, he asked Tandy, "So, how has your
candy-ass husband been behaving?"
"You know, he kept talking back to me. That's why I gave him an order to
shut up and stay shut up, early this morning. But I keep spotting him
making pouty faces." She shook her head. "Maybe you can help him
understand that he's not supposed to do that."
"It would be my pleasure," Max said, with obvious relish. "Do you have
that thing we bought, when we were out shopping together?"
"Yeah. From the kitchen store. I made Danita wash it with the rest of
the dishes. But then I told her to leave it in the drainer. Do you want
her to fetch it?"
"For sure."
She told her spouse, "You heard the man." As he was leaving the room,
the pair on the sofa brought their heads close together, so Max could
tell her, in a hushed voice, what he intended. Something he said made
her chuckle maliciously. She told her lover, "I'm already heated up for
you, but this will have my pussy dripping."
"That's the idea."
Danny came back with their purchase. It was a red rubber spatula, molded
in one piece, with a flat metal strip inside. The implement was ten
inches long, about as thick as a pack of matches at its thickest point,
with a tapering end. The handle was shaped for comfort. Max accepted it
and got a firm grip. He gave it a few practice swings through the air.
At that point, the hapless husband was pretty sure what it was about to
be used for. His wife ordered him to stand in the middle of the room and
bend forward. Max told him with a sneer to lower his lavender panties to
mid-thigh and then flip up his tiny green skirt and hold it there. Danny
had to stand in that shameful position, with his bare bottom thrust out.
Max moved behind him and said, "I have to get just the right range and
angle. Sort of like throwing a football, but you wouldn't know anything
about that, would you, Danita?"
"No, Sir," answered the anxious sissy.
Tandy got in front of him. She used one finger to elevate his chin, so
he was looking at her. The fear on his face was unmistakable.
"Just remember," she said, "this is going to hurt you a lot worse than it
does Max."
With that, the big man swung. The stiff spatula landed with a fleshy
smack. Danny yowled and swayed forward slightly on his tall heels.
Tandy steadied him with her thumb and forefinger on his weak jaw. Max
took his time, letting the hurt from each blow sink in, before delivering
the next. Danny was in constant pain, trembling uncontrollably. When
the swinging stopped, the cuckold waited to see if his discipline was
over or if there was more to come. Tandy squatted down and pushed up the
front of his bare-midriff top. She got her fingertips on his nipples and
lightly teased them. He moaned, though whether it was from the pain or
pleasure, no one could be sure.
His wife said, "Poor baby. Did that big rough man hurt your tender bum?
Awww. Let me take your little mind off it. Hmmm? Does this feel good?"
She knew how receptive his nipples were and that it felt very good. Even
so, his backside was still aflame from that harsh spanking. She licked
her fingertips and gave him some more tantalizing. His pecker tried to
erect inside the chastity tube but was stymied. He sniffled and his lips
quivered. Tandy made sympathetic sounds and kept toying with those
tingling erogenous zones.
Max wanted to know, "Is the shrimp ready for Round Two?"
"I don't think he'll ever be ready. Not really. But we can't cut his
punishment short. Otherwise, how will he learn to behave like a big
girl?" She chortled evilly. "So, I'll give him a break from the
feelgood treatment, and you can't give him another however-many hard ones
on his sitter. Is it coloring up nicely?"
"Very. Makes me want to grab it and do some pinching."
She straightened up and adjusted Danny's posture slightly, to give Max
the optimum target. The sadistic man drew back his muscular arm and let
loose with a flurry of blows, this time fast and furious. His prey
hollered and would have fallen forward if Tandy hadn't grabbed the sides
of his face. She pushed him down and caught his head between her thighs,
which she pressed together to keep him there. Bent further over than
before, his bottom sticking up in a way that made it an irresistible
target, Danny had to endure a succession of smacks that left him a
blubbering wreck. When Max was done, Tandy stood her sobbing husband
upright. He had to stand there with his panties still halfway down,
holding his skirt up, while his top remained elevated. His wife teased
his stiff nipples again. Danny's penis strained against the confines of
its chastity.
She told him, "See what happens when you make boo-boo faces at wifey? Do
you?"
"Yes," he said, his nose running, as he blinked back tears.
"You understand that you deserved that. Don't you?"
Even though he strongly disagreed, he had the sense to say, "Yes, dear.
I understand."
"And that Max and I are only trying to help you be a better sissy."
"I do." The tears began to roll down his flushed cheeks.
"So, can I trust you to act right? And do exactly what you're told,
without any backtalk or whining?"
"Yes, Ma'am." His eye make-up was running just a little. She always
bought the cheap kind, because she liked that effect. And so did Max.
"Now let me check your bottom and make sure that nasty Max didn't go too
far. Okay, Danita?"
"Yes. Thank you."
She went behind him and saw his bottom, so recently pale, now mottled red
all over. Max had done a vicious job. Even so, she couldn't resist
adding more torment.
"Max," she offered thoughtfully, "I think you missed a few spots.
Danita, please put your hands on your knees." She flipped the skirt up.
"This won't take long. And I apologize for Max leaving a few areas less
red than the rest. I'll just point them out to him, so he can finish the
job."
Tandy pointed. "There." Max gleefully landed a bonus blow. "And
there." SWAK! "Plus, right here." SWAK! "And on both sides, where his
buns start to curve under." SWAK! SWAK!
As she had calculated, those added smacks pushed Danny over the edge and
he became a babbling mess. The pain had been enough to make him forget
her no-speaking-unless-spoken-to rule for the day. Even though he was
only voicing a few words, between groans and snivels, it was enough for
her purposes.
"Oh, Danita," she said with mock sympathy. "What did you just do?
Speaking without permission, after I made this a quiet day. That's too
bad. Now we'll have to schedule another fanny tanning. But don't worry.
I'll make sure your squishy sitter is feeling and looking better before I
unleash Max on it again. I don't want to spoil the surprise, but we
found something else that's perfect for correcting a difficult sissy like
you. So, let's make it three days from now. That way you'll have lots
of time to think about how breaking the rules costs you a bright crimson
rear end. Is that all right with you?"
She enjoyed pretending that he had a say in the matter. His voice
quavering, Danny told her, "Yes, Tandy. Thank you. I'm sorry I wasn't
good."
"Don't worry about it. We're here to educate you when you get out of
line."
"Yeah," agreed Max. "I'll give you as much education as I can. But
right now, I feel like heading to the bedroom."
Tandy got both hands on his bulging bicep. "Me too. Can we bring Danita
along, in case we need anything from her?"
"Sure thing," Max said. "In fact, I know something she can do to get our
party started."
Once they were in there, they had Danny stay dressed, except that he had
to remove his panties. That made him feel even more vulnerable. His
rump was throbbing with deep pain. the eager couple undressed each
other. Max grabbed Tandy, pulled her into his long arms, and gave her a
fiery kiss. Her full breasts were pressed against his sturdy chest. She
almost swooned. They undressed each other. No matter how often Danny
saw the superior man's cock, it never failed to impress him. The thing
was six inches soft and nine hard, with proportionate girth and a wide
helmet of a head. Tandy handled it possessively. She got it sticking
straight out, with a slight upward curve. His balls were large. Danny
felt so inferior to him. Even pre-chastity, the weakling husband had
nothing to be proud of in the genitalia department. Tandy laid back and
spread her legs shamelessly.
Max decided, "Danita, I'm really going to pound her this time. There
might be some dangerous friction. So why don't you get your mouth on her
pussy and make sure she's extra wet, as a safety precaution. Go on and
get busy. I know a sissy like you doesn't mind putting his mouth exactly
where my cock has been so many times. Do you?"
"No, Sir," Danny whispered as he climbed onto the foot of the bed.
He was very familiar with the position he had to assume. His wife's
pussy was already plenty wet. Nevertheless, he lapped at it while she
purred happily. Max got alongside her. He locked lips with the willing
woman and fondled her oversized tits. She writhed her mound against
Danny's face. Then Max got onto his back.
The heartless man said, "She's done, Danita. Now you better get me all
slippery, so I can really do the push-pull, hard and fast, to my woman."
Danny almost forgot himself and said something. He had never touched
Max's enviable cock, let alone put his mouth on it. All his dread of
this moment arriving came crashing down on him. In a daze, he moved from
between his wife's plump thighs to the bay of Max's thickly muscled ones.
Tandy got her hand on her lover's cock and gave it a few strokes, milking
a heavy drop of clear fluid from the tip. Danny tried not to gag, and he
got up onto his knees. He made sure his head was over that jumbo
jawbreaker. Spreading his lips wide, he slowly descended. Tandy still
had her fingers partway around the thick root. She held it steady as her
spouse got his mouth over the fat knob.
"Go on," she encouraged. "Seal your lips on that big piece of meat.
Suck the head. Swirl your sissy tongue around the widest part. After
this, we'll always be able to remind you that we watched you suck cock."
"Yeah," Max backed her up. "It's going on your permanent record.
They'll hit it with a big rubber stamp, so it'll say SISSY in pink ink."
Tandy laughed. Danny made muffled sounds with his overstuffed mouth. He
breathed through his nose.
His bride told him, "Back off, give his piss hole a few licks because I'm
sure it's leaking man-juice. After you do that, he's all mine."
Danny obeyed, marked with shame that he would never be able to deny.
They had made him a cocksucker. His only consolation was that, thank
goodness, Max hadn't finished in his mouth. He would do that inside
Tandy's puss. The bullying man kicked Danny and tumbled him off the bed,
to hit the floor hard. By the time Danny got onto his knees and pulled
himself up, Max was inside Tandy and pumping her hard. She got her legs
around his midsection and her arms around his bull neck, holding on while
he took a wild ride on and in her. They went at it like a pair of wild
animals while Danny had to see his wife happily ravished. Max held his
own urge to finish in check until she reached a peak and was launched
into a loud orgasm. Only then did the man on top relinquish his self-
control and blast his plentiful cream into her. She clung to him until
both of them were done. They relaxed into a warm afterglow. Then Max
withdrew and rolled off her.
He said, "All right, Danita. Clean-up time. Get your mouth back on her
puss and slurp up all that protein, I left in there for you."
"Oh, Max," Tandy said with admiration. "You're making the loser do THAT?
What a terrific way to remind him of his status around here."
Sickened but too afraid to disobey, Danny got back between his wife's
shapely underpinnings. He pressed his mouth to her overflowing snatch
and used his tongue to scoop out a mouthful of thick ejaculate. It
tasted disgusting and went down his throat slimily. He choked but kept
going, retrieving more and more. Then he licked the exterior, to be sure
he did a good job and didn't provoke their anger. At long last, his wife
announced that he had finished.
To Danny's disgust, Max said, "My turn. Make that pole shine, girl."
Tandy got up on one elbow, eyeing her husband intently. He whimpered as
he moved to Max, lowered his head, and took a long lick from the base of
his tool to the tip. His wife giggled at what he was being made to do.
She enjoyed the show as Danny used his mouth all over the exceptional
pussy-pleaser. It began to rise. Soon the tower of power was fully
erect.
"Look what you did," Max said reprovingly. "Got me all hard again. Your
wife is exhausted. So, what are you going to do about it? Not leave me
all worked up, with nowhere to unload, I hope."
In a small strained voice, Danny said, "No, Sir."
"When I saw how you got all pretty for me," Max told him, "I figured you
wanted it to get to this point. Go ahead, Danita. Fulfill your sissy
dream. Suck that cock."
Danny wanted to point out that it was his wife who had made him dress and
look and act as he had, but that was pointless. There was no arguing
with these two. Their only goal was to crush his ego and drain him of
whatever masculinity he still retained. Danny took the spit-slicked cock
in one hand and forced himself to engulf the head a second time. He
bobbed up and down on it but could swallow only a few more inches. Then
he moved his hand up and down, simultaneously using his mouth, coaxing
Max toward a climax that Danny didn't want to make happen. He was
nauseated by the thought of an explosion of semen erupting into his mouth
and sluicing down his convulsing throat. No, no, no. But it was coming,
he was causing it, and there was no turning back.
Gout after gout of spunk was blasted into Danny's revulsed mouth.
Because only the head was in at that moment, none of it went straight
down his gullet. Instead, it coated every available surface and
accumulated under his tongue. Then some of it slowly oozed down the back
of his throat. There was so much in his mouth that he had to make
himself gulp down more. At the same time, he kept lavishing attention on
Max's knob, so that the unforgiving man wouldn't find an excuse to hurt
him. It was bad enough that he already had a follow-up spanking pending.
At last Danny was given permission to take that gobstopper out. He
gratefully drew in a breath, except that it made him aspirate semen. He
coughed and choked until he got his breathing under control. He slid off
the bed and knelt there with his chin resting on the edge, licking
residue off his lips. His lipstick must me smeared all over the place.
Numbly, he tried to straighten his girly clothes.
"Not bad," Max opined. "I'm sure you'll get even better with practice.
Lots of practice."
Tandy contributed, "And I loved having my twat licked clean. You can bet
I'll want that all the time."
"This worked out really well," Max said. "And I've still got one more
thing to look forward to."
The woman he had just screwed so well with his battering ram of a cock,
said, "You mean what we talked about?"
"Exactly. Sometime in the near future, I'm going to pop Danita's ass-
cherry. I don't want to set a date. It's more fun to let her think
about it and then surprise her."
"Damn, Max, you are so thoughtful."
"That's me," he bragged, "just a real nice guy."
"And I know just the pose for her to get into." She told her husband,
"Dirty Danita."
He got clumsily to his feet and struck that shameful posture she had made
him remember earlier. There he stood, bent forward with his hands on his
knees, licking his lips. It was doubly humiliating because he was still
in that abbreviated top, teeny skirt, no panties, fishnet stockings, and
sleazy shoes. He hated how his hair framed his face, and was sure his
cosmetics looked terrible, after all of his weeping.
Max said, "Whoa. I see him like that, it means he definitely wants me to
go in the out-door. The little queer is begging to have his tailpipe
stuffed."
Danny would have disagreed, but he was back to not speaking.
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